I’m in class right now and I couldn’t find anything better to do. I sit behind the class, alone. I’m the girl you don’t see in the hallways.. the one with a wide imagination but can’t tell anyone because they wouldn’t understand.. I’m the one with no words to say, no feelings to express.. Just that one girl who has problems all the time.. Losing people one by one. I see my crush everyday, I like him but he obviously likes her… I talk to him, a lot. It’s hard talking to him without crying.. I cry every night, no one seems to notice. I cut my ankles and thighs, I don’t eat as much, no one seems to notice that either. My bruises are just there, making my legs and arms numb. I don’t tell people what my problem is, there’s nothing they can do about it. And my parents? I get along fine with them, but I’m just scared I’ll be judged. The things I do everyday is not me. The amazing girl I want people to see, can’t be seen without being judged by everyone. I am Stacy Xilom… if anyone is willing to at least be friends with me, that would be nice.